182 PRISON LETTERS
cousins, who have given their whole lives and energies
to the country of their adoption.
W.'s alien father was such an old dear, too, and his
native mamma a real crawling old snob. Perhaps you
have forgotten W. I often laugh when I think of
him.
There is no point in my seeing a solicitor. What can
he do but spend my money ?
There is no German Plot, and it is more satisfactory
to sit tight than to appeal to law or the want of law
that put one here.
July 31.
Got your letter dated agth. Censor is mending his
ma.Ti.ners! and apparently doing a day's work for a
day's pay!
I wish I had your book. I would illustrate it, just
for fun. Send me a couple of those reproductions—
coloured—of Florentine pictures, Christmas cards on
brown paper mounts, to copy costumes from and I'll
do you a picture for your play.
To-day's Irish Times twice alludes to Ireland as a
' Domestic Question/ Liars !
Greek History is very blood-thirsty. Everything I
ever read pales before it.
So excited about your new poetry book. My head is
so swelled! I shall soon have to wear a new hat.
After all, darling, you may call yourself a pacifist,
but I never inspired you to immortal verse until I had
fought in a Rebellion !
Do you read the Irish Independent ? If not, do so,
for this last fight of the children to play innocent games
is too funny for words.
So glad you wrote to Madge. I am giving myself the
pleasure of augmenting your birthday present, as my
Vbook has just come and I am quite wealthy!